Yesterday was my most recent attempt to downsize the mammoth amount of material I have accrued.In the midst of this never ending exercise I found some pictures of me and my grandmother.She was an incredibly kind person who was my harbor of love, especially during my teen age years.My mother denied it when I was an adult,but I was a royal pain in the rear as an adolescent.I was never disrespectful but certainly was mischievous and always a smart alec
My grandmother lived above us ,and never saw that side of me. She had the ability to see beyond the annoying boy trying to muddle his way to adulthood. Every time I left her presence I wanted to be a better person. I hope that everyone has had this kind of love and acceptance growing up.